18/12/2016

CHRISTMAS BACK 'HOME': I'M TERRIFIED


You say it's not a big deal, I say I'm scared shitless. Why? I don't even know where to begin. Let's make a list...

So, it has been said: I'm spending my Christmas in Finland. Not just anywhere in Finland, but in Lapland, which is why utter fear is not the only emotion I feel for Christmas right now - I'm actually kind of excited. We have TONS of plans from corny Lappish spa treatments for couples (prepare your butt, Alex) to horseback riding in the mountains. Now that I put it like this, it actually sounds pretty damn sweet.

BUT that's not the reason why I'm terrified. There are other things.

Our villa in Levi, Finland. Photo from levi.fi
  1. FOREIGN BOYFRIEND = 24/7 INTERPRETER AT YOUR SERVICE
    Once you lumberjack, you never lumberback. In other words, my special Canadian someone is a true bliss, but he doesn't speak Finnish. If you have ever brought a foreign friend or a significant other to a dinner table full of people only speaking your language, you know how this will go down. I will basically turn into a Talking Head for Christmas, simultaneously trying to listen to the conversation and interpret it in English on the spot. 2 hours in and you're done. It's really, really tiring.
  2. FINLAND IS NOT MY HOME
    It doesn't matter which way we try to look at this. I don't live in Finland. And if my previous proper trip to Helsinki last summer tells me anything, it's that the feeling of going back to a place you once belonged but don't know anymore is slightly haunting. Things can change a lot in two years: new shops, new buildings, new systems. It will be a rollercoaster of emotions, and I know I'll feel a bit 'off'. It's my first Christmas in Finland since I left!
  3. 10 DAYS OF AMAZING RACE
    Ten days is not a lot if during that time you somehow try to devour all of the people, places and things you didn't have time to see during those 6 months you were gone. Having a relaxing holiday back in Finland is not an option for most expats, but I'm determined to forcefully have at least one day just for Alex and I to go around and enjoy the famous Finnish silence. The rest of the time I'm probably neurotically staring at my calendar, trying to figure where I'm supposed to be and how the new public transport tap-in machines work.
  4. I WILL TRY TO VLOG ALL OF THIS
    You read it. I'm crazy for all things editing, and video editing is something I have wanted to practice for a long time. I figured spending a few hours editing footage a night is going to be more enjoyable than trying to write blog posts, edit photos AND write all my assignments due over the holidays. Will it be cringy? Yes. Will it fail? Probably. Will it be a pleasure to watch? Possibly, if you enjoy cringe. Our plans should be exciting, though: a train trip across Finland, a week living in a villa in Lapland, horseback riding, northern lights, spa treatments, eating reindeer, a lot of multicultural awkwardness and one big Finnish adventure.
Map from Google Maps

Our plane from Dublin to Helsinki leaves on the 19th, through Copenhagen. 19th - 21st we will stay in Helsinki, after which we take a 12-hour night train to Kolari, from which we head to Levi, Lapland. On the 29th we fly back to Dublin through Oslo and spend a New Year here.

Is vlogging an absolutely terrible idea? Have you ever spent a Christmas away from home - or at home after being away for years? Share your experiences in the comments below!


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11/05/2016

4 Must-See Spots in Vancouver


There is no right way to start writing a post about Vancouver, other than saying that it is by far the most known city of Canada - and for a reason. This hip West Coast metropolis charms you in an instant. I can't say if it's how the green meets the skyscrapers, the shameless exposition of art and culture or the people who never seem to sleep, Vancouver is a must-see destination for everyone travelling in Canada.

Canada is an incredibly vast country with countless of different sub-cultures merged into one big definition of 'canadianess'. The East and West are, despite being inside the same geographical borders, two completely different worlds with a whole different set of treats to offer. This is why it took me far too long to board a plane and make my way to see the Rocky Mountains from my cozy eastern headquarters. The presence of the said mountains has a drastic impact on the climate, as does the periodical El Niño: checking the local temperatures is therefore a must for anyone hopping from one coast to another, as there might be +15 in Vancouver and -20 in Québec on the same week. So don't let 'Canada' fool you: being inside the same country might not mean being around the same whereabouts!

My trusted travel partner Sébastien and I arrived to the province of British Columbia by Greyhound bus through the narrow mountain roads and Albertan prairies, from Banff. However, reaching Vancouver by plane is made easy, as the Vancouver International Airport (YVR) is just one Skytrain line away from the city centre. That being said, navigating your way around the city couldn't be much easier for a North American metropolis, as the PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION consisting of buses and the skytrain system takes you close to most attractions. SKYTRAIN is definitely worth trying at least once, despite being hated by most locals as unstable and slow - for tourists like ourselves, this underground train above the ground is a great way of catching a special view of Vancouver.

Needless to say, there are only so many things to do and see in this city. We were lucky to be hosted by Sébastien's friend Roxanne, who gave us a local's insight on the top hotspots of Vancouver from the famous Stanley Park to dining places and secret pubs. My top 4 must-see spots are almost within walking distance from one another:
(our definition of 'walking distance' seems to be highly debatable though, as we shocked our poor Roxanne more than once by wandering around the city without a map and valid bus tickets)

Map from maps.google.com


1. STANLEY PARK


Putting a park in the Top 4 list of must-see things in one of the best cities I've visited might seem a bit odd at first, but believe me: you must visit this park. It's not just a park: Stanley Park is a 1000-acre forest with dozens of paved dirt paths, well-maintained beaches, and even Canada's largest aquarium. This almost 130-year old attraction has been recognized as one of the best urban parks in the world (source: Global News Canada). Not only that, but the way Stanley Park offers you the chance to escape the noisy concrete jungle and dive into a maze that resembles a pre-historic forest is purely spectacular.

But why is it so special for a Northern European girl like myself? It's the trees. They are enormous. If you have ever wanted to feel like a fairy in a magical forest, Stanley Park might be just the destination for you: douglas firs, western red cedars, western hemlocks and sitka spruce trees, some of which have grown up to 80 metres high, are all natural for this British Columbian rainforest terrain.

Believe me, these are far from being the only 'just look at how big these trees are' photos we took. The special thing about these trees is that once they grow big enough, the oldest part of the tree starts to die out, and the tree becomes hollow. Therefore it's very easy to get inside!

Navigating around the park without a map is possible (as mentioned, we never ended up having a map during our Vancouver adventure), although not really recommended, as it's extremely easy to get lost. There are multiple information boards and trail maps around the forest, but you might end up walking a long way to the wrong direction before encountering one. You also might want get out of the park before it gets too dark, since there are no streetlights of any kind on the trails.

Website:
Stanley Park



2. GRANVILLE ISLAND


Granville Island really is a special cookie, and a dream come true for anyone into urban community culture and local small-scale entrepreneurs. This little community is located on an island under the Granville Bridge on the gulf of False Creek; you can easily access it either by walking or by tiny ferry. It is by far the most touristic spot we visited in Vancouver, but no wonder: Granville Island is like a soothing oasis in the middle of pulsating city life. Charming little shops, a public market, a local brewery and even an enormous toy store in an old factory building all make it worth a visit!

(I, however, cannot offer any tips as to how to get your kid out of the toy store - it was already hard enough for me to get Sébastien, 31, to leave)

Kids Market Toy Store
Left: The Umbrella Shop under the Granville Bridge⎮Right: Inside Kids Market

Granville Island Ferry Dock
The architecture of the community reminds me of small Scandinavian fishing villages, and there indeed is a little dock in the North of the island. All three lines of THE FALSE CREEK FERRIES navigate back and forth from there, bringing you all the way to the Science World in the East and to the Maritime Museum in the West of False Creek.

If you're up for a bit of walking, the blue ferry line (Line 1) drops you off right on the other side of False Creek, which then brings you to the Sunset Beach Park. By following the seaside you have an astonishing view of the horizon of the Pacific Ocean, and can easily reach Stanley Park.

Website: Granville Island


3. CRAFT BEER MARKET


If it was hard to get Sébastien out of Kids Market, it turned out to be even harder from this whole different kind of market. Craft Beer Market offers the largest selection of craft beer in Canada, with locations in Vancouver, Edmonton and Calgary (and soon in Ottawa). With over 100 beers on tap, there surely is something for everyone. Not only that, but Craft Beer Market also has a pretty nice food menu with several options of casual food, such as tacos and burgers.

The restaurant complex in this Vancouver location is an impressive sight in itself. As seen in the picture above, tens of pipes on the ceiling travel across the room and deliver the beer from the casks to the astonishingly wide row of taps. You'd think that it's easy for the staff to get lost in the middle of all this craft jungle, but to our experience the waiters were extremely helpful with a lot of know-how on the subject. Our waitress immediately spotted our helplessness in front of the endless beer menu, and was able to recommend us just the right kind of beer after only a few questions.

The Beer Menu
So many taps!

We could have spent the whole night there, but decided to accompany Roxanne to a local tiki room, The Shameful Tiki, for a burlesque show. Drop by if you end up close to 4362 Main St. and like exotic cocktails, but be aware: there are no visible signs of the bar outside, so make sure to write down the address first!

Website: Craft Beer Market Vancouver


4. GASTOWN  CANADA PLACE


These two spots are fused together due to the fact that, and this time I promise, they are just a 5-minute walk apart from each other. Gastown is one of the oldest districts of Vancouver, established in 1867, and is designated as a National Historic Site by the federal government. This historical region indeed has it's vintage vibes, mostly caused by the cobblestone streets and picturesque lightbulbs. As put by the district's website, Gastown is known as the center for independent design, culture, food and fashion: there are countless of little coffee shops and restaurants, as well as small boutiques for accessories and souvenirs of all kinds.

Streetview of Gastown

Gastown Steam Clock
We ended up having lunch in Tacofino, a small and fresh-looking taco restaurant with a slight street kitchen twist. Their menu is really limited, with only 6 tacos to choose from, so as a duo we were able to test all they have to offer. The food was tasty, but the overall atmosphere of the restaurant was slightly too hipster for a worn-out looking travellers like us.

One of the most charming attractions of the Gastown district is by far the Gastown Steam Clock in the corner of Cambie St. and Water St. It was originally built on this spot to solve an issue in the steam vent in this popular sidewalk back in 1977, and was mostly funded by local merchants, private donors and property owners. The clock is run by a real steam engine, and whistles appropriately at full hours. 4 times an hour you can hear the whistles chime Westminster Quarters. A funny trivia: a picture of the clock is featured in the cover of Nickelback's album Here and Now!

And what about Canada Place?

Canada Place is a venue for exhibitions and national events, but moreover it's an important waterfront landmark with a stunning view over the Vancouver Harbour. All provinces and most important cities of Canada have been carved on the stone pavement (I obviously took a photo of the Québec one: a picture of it can be seen on THIS post). We personally didn't even enter the venue, since the landscape was more than enough to keep us entertained while walking among the waterfront. You can never get tired of admiring the Rockies, right?


A bald eagle seen from the peak of Canada Place

The most memorable thing for me during our visit was the above photo: a wild bald eagle sitting on the top of a lamp post at the port. We waited for a while for it to take flight, but the eagle couldn't have cared less about the honks of the passing ships. Despite living in the country for 11 months now, the pure, absolute beauty of Canadian nature never ceases to amaze me. You cannot help but feel small when admiring a view like the one you get to see at the peak of Canada Place.

Website: GastownCanada Place

Have you been to Vancouver before? Is there something you would have added to the list? Please share your advice and experiences in the comments!


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11/10/2015

5 REASONS TO VISIT MONTRÉAL


Ask anyone to name cities in Canada, and they'll probably come up with the Big 3: Vancouver, Toronto and Montréal. So far I've conquered 2 of them, but living remotely close to Montréal gives me an advantage of exploring the streets of the biggest French-speaking city of my new home country with a greater detail. The contrast to Québec City is huge: where Québec is all about history, provincial governance and big distances, Montréal is a tightly structured metropolis of 1,6 million inhabitants with something for everyone, even if shopping for moose T-shirts and strolling through the touristic Old Town is not your thing.

Québec City has a small and picturesque centrum with its 400-year old buildings, but stepping outside of this Unesco-protected area is rather difficult due long distances and the lack of diverse public transportation. Luckily, this isn't the case with Montreal, where many things worth seeing are of a walking distance from each other - and if not, the underground with its 4 metro lines will surely take you there. Montréal is the 2nd biggest city of Canada (yes, bigger than the capital of the country), but with a 1-day transportation pass of 10$ it's easy to flounder through some of the most interesting attractions in just a day or two.

Another drastic difference between my hometown and Montréal is the question of language. Regardless of being the biggest city of the whole French-speaking province of Québec, only 57% of people are primarily French-speaking. In other words, the city is easy to approach by someone who doesn't necessarily master French, and sometimes you might even run into situations where speaking French to your waitress is practically useless. This is a well-welcomed holiday from the life filled with French immersion and confusing situations. But worry not my dear quebecois friends: Montréal is still the biggest French-speaking city in the world right after Paris.

One good thing about Montréal as a travel destination is that it's easy to access, the Pierre Elliot Trudeau International Airport being just a 30-minute bus trip from the centrum (needless to say, this is the only international airport in the whole province of Québec). There are multiple AMIGO EXPRESS routes to and from the city many times a day for a person who fancies cheap transportation and social encounters. In case you prefer more traditional ways of moving around, GREYHOUND bus company has connections between most important cities in Eastern Canada. Just recently my favourite cheap-ass bus company, MEGABUS started driving in Canada, and my experience with the 6-hour bus drive from Toronto to Montréal with 25$ was totally worth the price.

I came up with a little list of things that might be worth visiting in case you ever end up bored in Montréal. Like mentioned before, this island really has something for everyone, so I tried to be diverse with my top 5 Things To Do In Montréal. Here's the map (click to enlarge), and as you can see, almost everything is within walking-distance from each other, only No 5 being 9 metro stops apart:
Map from maps.google.com


1. Mount Royal Park ⎮ Parc du Mont-Royal


If you have 1 hour in Montréal, go and see this. Parc du Mont-Royal is in the middle of the city, free to access and a very rewarding destination if you have the energy to climb to the top of the 234m-high mountain in the middle of the island. The park is especially beautiful during autumn, since the trees have started changing their colour (ruska, as we'd say in Finnish) and the maple trees are flaring from different shades of red and orange. The park is full of squirrels, but feed them at your own risk: feeding wild animals is prohibited by law, and might gain you a 50$ fine.

The best part of the park might not be for the faint-hearted, though: the viewpoint, Chalet du Mont-Royal, is accessible through a set of stairs that feel like a never-ending climb. Many locals come here to work out, since running up and down these stairs will surely gain you a great ass. I took a few pictures:

There will be stairs.... Lots of stairs.


If you make it to the top, the view is absolutely astounding (my face not included). You can see the whole horizon of Montréal with its skyscrapers and suburbs, the fleuve of St. Lawrence in the background. I have a thing for viewpoints and high places like this, and so far I have a somewhat similar picture from all the cities I've visited during the last 2 years. We already tried to access the place over a year ago, and I can tell from experience that trying to climb this park at midnight in a fairly intoxicated state is not going to work out. Just saying.


Speaking about midnight, the park is closed during the night - meaning, it has no streetlights of any kind. My amis quebecoises told me that according to the urban legend, gay men use to come here during the night to have sex. So unless you're into that, I suggest you do your trip to Parc du Mont-Royal before sunset, as it gets dark really quickly afterwards during fall and winter.
Website: Le Mont-Royal


2. Chinatown  Le Quartier Chinois

If you seek to hide from French and smoked meat, the typical Montréal dish, find your way to Chinatown (Le quartier chinois de Montréal, 蒙特利尔唐人街) in Rue de la Gauchetière. The neighbourhood is filled with restaurants, convenience stores and shops for Asian food, and is the home for many East Asian communities. Many of the restaurants import their products straight from China, so a somewhat authentic experience should be quaranteed. The place is especially popular during lobster season, so if you're looking forward to eating in Chinatown around April-June, make sure to have a reservation.

Like said, French and sometimes even English are practically useless in many of the shops. Some of them have put signs outside of their doors specifying what languages are to be used in case you decide to enter: my favourite one said "We speak French, English and 6 dialects of Chinese". So go ahead and choose! Most signs are written in traditional or simplified Chinese, with occasional pinyin (which makes it much easier to stroll around for someone who took one beginner course of Chinese in uni).

Flags of The Republic of China hung above the pedestrians' walk


This district really has its own atmosphere, so make sure to pop by if you fancy a break from all the canadianess. The smell of Asian food is almost irresistible, so it might be better to arrive with an empty stomach.
Best Restaurants in Chinatown: Restomontreal


3. Rue St-Catherine

Rue Ste-Catherine West is The Street in downtown if you're planning on having a night out or go shopping in Montréal. The street used to have a sketchy reputation as the district for prostitution and strip clubs, but nowadays it's more of a center for Montréal's cultural life. During the day it offers countless of clothing stores from casual brands to expensive luxury boutiques, and during the night it transforms into a pulsating cityscape with flashing led-lights, nightclubs and street kitchens. And in case you're into strip clubs, they still have that too. The entrances for these places are also much less discrete than what I'm used to: it seems that Rue Ste-Catherine really is comfortable with its history.

Rue Ste-Catherine travels through many different city blocks from business district to Montréal's gay village and Place des Arts, Montréal's central concert venue, which works as a location for the annual Montréal Jazz Festival. The street is also close to many university campuses, such as McGill and Concordia University.

An entrance to a strip club, visible from at least 50 meters apart


The street is really long, so don't try to walk from one end to another at 3am in the morning with high heels. Just saying.


4. Old Montréal  Vieux-Montréal


Montréal's Old Town is the touristic center of the city, and your primary destination if you want to buy souvenirs, visit museums or taste Montréal's classic, smoked meat. In case you're wondering, it's basically a sandwich stuffed with a thick layer of meat slices. Old Town offers many restaurants that serve this traditional food, but make sure to choose the right place - not all restaurants offering smoked meat actually know how to cook it. Speaking from experience here.

Old Town is a picturesque district with cute old houses and narrow alleys, and has a very European feeling to it. It's very charming in its own way, but might not be that astonishing for someone from the old continent: the architecture and style remind me a lot of Stockholm's Gamla Stan, or even my Helsinki a little. The district offers a lot for a northern American who can't afford flying across the Atlantic, though.

And like any typical European city centre, Montréal's Old Town has rows after rows of souvenir shops filled with printed T-shirts, moose figurines and items related to Montréal Canadiens hockey team. And hats like this:

A very necessary equipment during +40 degrees

The Old Town is directly connected to Old Port, which might also be worth a visit - especially if you're a fan of circus, since it's the home of world-renown Cirque du Soleil. The Old Port has pretty walkways and facilities for cycling, and reminds me a lot of Amsterdam in this sense.

Montréal seen from the Old Port
Sadly I don't have many pictures from the Old Town, since my camera was running out of battery at the time. Hopefully a picture of me with a raccoon hat repaid the loss somehow.


5. Botanical Garden  Jardin Botanique


The last attraction of my list is a bit further from the city centre, and not necessarily the most typical spot for tourists - which is exactly why I wanted to include it in my list! I've always been very keen on botanical gardens since I was a kid, but Jardin Botanique de Montréal offers something very special during autumn. I was lucky enough to pop by the city close to Halloween, when the Botanical Garden hosts a pumpkin decorating competition. The pumpkins are on a display inside the greenhouses, which are decorated to suit the seasonal festivity.

More than just pumpkins, the Gardens of Light -event takes part in the Chinese garden to bring light into darkening nights. The view is absolutely breathtaking, and unfortunately pretty hard to capture on camera. The lanterns on display around the garden are handmade in Shanghai, and the biggest one of them is placed in the center of the pond.



The visit is rather pricy for non-residents (and I can't really explain how good it felt to declare myself as a resident....), but with the price of 19.90$ you gain access to all the greenhouses, the lantern festival and the Japanese garden. It's a perfect destination for dates.

The Botanical Garden is also located right next to the Olympic Stadium, if you're interested in seeing some rather confusing architecture:


Hopefully my list made you feel like Canada should definitely be your next travelling destination. If you have any tips as to what else there is to see and experience in Montréal, please share your wisdom with me!

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13/09/2015

What's up?

I'm an immigrant. I live the life of an immigrant, which is, for obvious reasons, rather different to the one I led in my dear old Finland.

Or is it really?

I've reached a point where I feel like my integration to the local society has come to a pretty comfortable state: I have a job, a bank account, a phone number, a bus card, a fidelity card for my nearby grocery store, I even do volunteer work for the local cultural centre every other weekend. I take the same bus 800 to work every day at the same time, at 7:33 from St-C.-Garnier to Univ. du Québec, work 8-16.30 from Monday to Friday, life has gotten really ordinary. There's a certain kind of excitement in living an ordinary life in an unfamiliar place, where your every ordinary day still feels like yet another adventure to the unknown. I step into the bus 800 at 07:33 and say "Bonjour!" to the driver, and everytime I open my mouth I'm afraid of how it will sound this time. Is my pronounciation of my nemesis, the letter "R", even slightly in place? What if my bus card has ran out of trips and I don't have 3,25 dollars to pay for my journey? What if today, when I'm going to the pharmacy to buy myself a new bus card, I forget how to speak French, or what if the cashier tries to small-talk with me again and I'll just look and feel stupid like I do everytime I don't understand the immensely difficult quebecois accent?

But outside of all these questions of my everyday life's little struggles, the life is really ordinary. I've gotten a few frequently repeated questions from people on the other side of the Atlantic, and instead of always answering something short and general to everyone, I'll do my best in answering these questions with a great attention to detail.

1. How's your French? Do you even speak it? I thought you studied Russian.

Now that you brought it up, yes, I miss Russian. Every muscle in my mouth wants me to speak Russian when I go on autopilot on the streets and someone suddenly starts to talk to me (because like said, that's what quebeckers do). Many times I've accidentally answered "Да", as many times as I've wanted to avoid the Rrrr-ed word "Bonjour" by going with the surprisingly more comfortable "Здравствуйте". To me, Russian is my The Foreign Language. It's the language I speak more or less, with occasional struggles though, the language in which I still have to stop and think a little of what I'm saying, but while listening to Putin's annual speech, I'm able to catch the drift. It's not like English, which I use comfortably enough to love in this language, or which I use to talk in my sleep nowadays. (these two aspects became poetically combined in a situation where I tried to stop Alex from going to work in the morning by grabbing his hand in my sleep and saying "Please don't go. I love you".) I'd still love to go and do an exchange semester or an internship in Russia to make sure I'll one day master the language I enjoy the most.

But when it comes to French, things get a little tricky. My love is not as sincere, it's even a little forced. I took 2 courses of French during my last year of uni and that's it - that was my level of French when I landed in Montréal. I've heard all these stories about people learning languages by immersion, and to be honest, I'd like someone to tell me how the fuck these people manage to do that.

I've come to terms with l'accent quebecois. I can handle the jaw that seems to be moving in ways that shouldn't be possible for the human physiology. I listen to them speak and I understand 50% of the things I hear if the said person speaks with a clear voice and loudly enough (i.e. mumbling to your stereotypically Canadian beard is not cool, guys). I'm able to make sentences if forced. I'm more afraid of speaking than actually not being able to speak, and it's impossible to say whether it's because of my own strive for perfection or my prejudice against French-speaking people being compassionate about foreigners trying to rape their language. At this very moment I'm still a little bit afraid to go to the pharmacy and tell the cashier "bonjour, je vais prendre une carte de bus, douze fois s'il te plaît". I often amuse people with my perfect pronounciation of the famous swear "tabarnak", while I still struggle with my favourite word, "aspirateur".

Dear French, I know you're not like Russian and you'll never be, but I want to get to know you. You sound nice but you're a shitty thing to pronounce. Give me some time.

2. Have you found work?

Photo from Activision.com
As a matter of fact, I have - for 2 months at least, since it's a temporary contract for now. I work for Beenox, a videogame company responsible for the development of products from Activision Blizzard. That's pretty much everything I'm allowed to say, since my obligation to confidentiality is close to the one of the FBI (which is also why there is no demonstrative picture). Most of my work happens in English, but my colleagues are native French-speakers (with an admirable level of English, merci my dear fellows). I really love it there. The days are long and at times I'm exhausted from all the concentration that comes with working in an environment with an advanced-level linguistic immersion, but I don't think I've ever enjoyed more being in a job where I have to face clear zero customers per day. Videogames are cool and Activision is cool.

Afterwards? No fucking idea, once again. Life is an adventure.

3. Are you still with Alex?
This is a funny question, and a bit on the private side too, but I'll answer it nevertheless. I understand your concern - I mean, we met on an exchange semester, spent 11 months in a hardcore long-distance relationship, and then I ended up moving halfway across the globe to be with him during the last year of his uni, so we could move together back to Europe next autumn. The odds are always a little against us, BUT. The odds don't overrun the fact that we still ended up being in a long-distance relationship for 11 months, during which the longest time spent apart was 4 solid months between January and May. It also doesn't overrun the fact that I have, after all, moved on the other side of the world.

I wrote a little love letter for him once at the end of our semester in Leicester. The last chapter of this little piece of poetry will serve as my answer to this question, despite the overly cheezy and possibly even a little embarrassing atmosphere I'm about to create by sharing it here. Brace yourselves:

   My life with you is a travel. You take me to an excursion to myself, you make me discover parts of me I didn’t know exist. I might have sat next to you on the rocky wall of that fort in Marseille, staring at the horizon of the Mediterranean Sea, the southern wind in my hair and salt on my skin, but of all the places I have seen with you, the things I find when I stare into your eyes are the most breathtaking of all.

 The answer to this question is Yes, Yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes like Molly on the last page of James Joyce's Ulysses. Yes, I am still with him.

4. Do you miss Finland?
The picture above would suggest that balancing in the nature is what Finland is to me. What Finland is to me, though, is a country that brought me up. I was raised in the Finnish cultural context, I've assimilated Finnish customs, I am a Finn. English might be the language that has been titled as my mother tongue more than once since I arrived to Québec, but I still, regardless of the situation, always count in Finnish in my head.

Before Leicester I thought Finland is boring. The culture is boring, the people are a bit boring too, the weather sucks and there's too much Iittala in every home. I wanted to get out really badly, swearing I'd never miss anything I left behind.

That was, of course, very naive of me. I enjoy the fact that I don't live there at this time, and I don't have any intentions in doing so in the near future. But moving abroad to broaden your own understanding of cultures, customs, people and life in general has never been the binary opposite of appreciating where you come from. I'll share a little concrete example here in the form of a discussion between two approx. 13-year old Finnish girls I once overheard in a tram in Helsinki (I assume they were students from the nearby international secondary school) after I had just returned to Finland from my 8 months in Leicester:

Girl A: So uhh, are you like completely a Finn or are you from somewhere else...?
Girl B: No, I'm not a Finn. I'm 1/16 Finnish-Swedish.
Girl A: Really? That's so cool! So like, do you speak any Swedish?
Girl B: Yeah, I can say "Jag heter...", it's like "My name is". and I can say "Hej!" and "Tack!"
Girl A: That's so awesome!
Girl B: How about you, are you a Finn?
Girl A: No, I'm also 1/16 Estonian.
Girl B: Oh wow! Hey, say something in Estonian!
Girl A: I don't know any Estonian....
My grandfather is a Swedish-speaking Finn. My great aunt is Russian. But I happen to be a Finn and it's cool. It's cool to come from a country with a good reputation abroad - it's a sign of good education, possibly a great skill in languages, awesome "Scandinavian" culture that becomes more and more trendy all the time. Finland has given me enough in this life for me to be able to leave it, knowing that if I ever fall and need a cave to crawl into, Finland is waiting for me with open arms and free healthcare.

I miss Finland at times. I miss the silence. I miss how I can maintain my resting bitchface without getting asked if I'm alright dear. I miss the absolutely amazing public transportation system of Helsinki (there are still things to develop for sure, but in here it's no surprise if the bus is 25 minutes late on a daily basis). I miss my weird-ass language with its weird-ass expressions. But at this very moment of time and space, Finland is not the place for me to be.

5. Do you plan on staying in Canada for good?

Canada is absolutely breathtaking. The nature leaves me in awe everytime I put my foot out of the city and the people are as polite as all the stereotypes make you think. Despite the non-European atmosphere from architecture to city structures I've taken for granted all my life, I feel like I've settled in here rather well. Actually, I'd like to share this piece of artwork with you as a way to sum up my feelings about Canada. (side note: quebeckers don't like the Canadian national anthem. They have their own unofficial anthem "Gens du Pays" by Gilles Vigneault and Gaston Rochon. Listen to it HERE)



But no, I don't intend to stay in here for good. Why? Because I'm participating a mobility program called SWAP Working Holidays, aimed for university students and newly graduates to go and work around the world for a year with a work permit. My SWAP Canada visa is valid until the 23rd of June 2016, after which I'll have to return to Finland at least as a courtesy. My better half has also expressed his desires to leave the country, so who am I to disagree.

Instead I plan on applying for several MA programs for September 2016. Right now my destination seems to be Ireland instead of the UK due to their new, conservative-lead immigration policy which makes it almost impossible for my Canadian companion to study in the country. Besides, we're both in love with Dublin. Sláinte!
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29/06/2015

If you care to find me, look to the western sky!

You know what's the worst thing about moving? Well let me tell you. It's this:
It's the sudden realisation when you wake up to notice you own 64 coat hangers.

Apart from that: I'm in Canada!

Getting from Helsinki to Toronto was a little bit of a project. This project consisted of 7000 flought kilometres, 19 hours of travelling, 2 planes, 1 car, 1 bus and 1 train. The route was the following:


My flight from Helsinki to Frankfurt was spent in a coma, having to wake up at 6AM in the said morning. However, I was already mentally preparing myself for a 6,5h layover at Frankfurt airport. My previous experiences with long layovers have been gained at London Heathrow and Amsterdam Schipol, both overall very comfortable airports (if you exclude Heathrow's 45-minute limitation for the use of wi-fi), so expectations towards Fraport were set high - which was a mistake.

Because this airport, my dear reader, is complete nonsense.

Heathrow has 5 terminals. So far I've always had to change a terminal between my flights between the furthest possible options, but I've survived that with a couple of shuttle buses (takes 30 minutes). Schipol doesn't have terminals, it's just one big sunflower-looking thing with 8 piers. But these airports, considerably two of the busiest in Europe, are a child's play compared to Frankfurt.

In Frankfurt they throw you out of the plane and say "piss off".

After 2,5 hours of wandering around the airport trying to figure out why the information board says my flight leaves from terminal 1 (arrived to 2), hall C, but my gate is stated to be "B", I found my way to an information desk, where the clerk seemed to be rather amused by my question. "See, your check-in counters are at terminal 1C, but your flight leaves from terminal 1B." Of course.

Little did I know about the fact that surviving the Fraport experience was probably the easiest part of my 19-hour odyssey. My flight from Frankfurt to Toronto was operated by Condor, a company that the immigration officer in Toronto described with words "never-heard, does this thing even exist?". The flight was a 9-hour transport inside a flying washing machine. I was holding on to my seat, immensely glad about the existense of my safety belt, as the turbulence was tossing the aircraft to all possible directions for the majority of the flight. The most exciting feature of the whole flight was a glimpse of the mountains in Greenland. My attempt to take a picture of them can be seen here:

I got to spend this rollercoaster of a flight sitting next to a 90-year old German woman, whose name I sadly never learned. She was the sweetest!

She had stories. The woman had moved to Canada 60 years ago, her daughter was born in Canada, married to a man from Montréal. She has 3 grandchildren, the youngest one being my age. Every year the woman visits Frankfurt for a week to get bretzels and dark bread for her family. The stories went on as I felt little drops of German saliva landing on my face (a half of her teeth were missing), but honestly I didn't mind. I told her about my travels, my plans in Canada, about Alexandre. I showed a picture. Turns out there is an Oktoberfest held in her city, Kitchener, every year. I promised to come for a visit with my beer-loving boyfriend. We accompanied each other out of the plane all the way to the customs. The last time I saw her was when she took the lane for the residents as I was stuck in my visitor-queue.

Finding my way away from the airport (after waiting for the luggage for two hours - thanks Condor) turned out to be a bit difficult. I ended up taking the bus number 52 to Lawrence West Station and switching to the subway line 1 there to Osgoode Station. Took 1,5 hours. Makes you miss the bus 615 from the Central Railway Station to Helsinki-Vantaa, really. I was close to tears from exhaustion as I finally crawled in from my hostel's door in downtown at 9.30PM local time.

The next day I discovered the utter awesomeness that is Toronto.

The CN Tower

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